The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

mortgage?” he said when we were briefly alone in the kitchen. “I mean, it’s a lot for one person.”

“I’m fine,” I replied, pulling a tray of mini quiches from the oven.

“And work’s not too stressful?” He opened a cupboard without asking, rummaging for plates. “You know, you’ve been doing everything on your own for so long. It’d be nice if you’d let someone continue reading …